61st of Spring..
Marino traveled alone along the beach. He was heading towards the overwater rancheros he’d spied earlier from the deck of his Casinor. However the trip was much farther from the docks than he’d expected. It always looked so much closer from the sea, but he didn’t mind much. He wanted to explore what there was to see here before he made his decision on whether to stay for a while or not. He was inclined to stay if only to get to know the people more, but if his pod decided to travel on tomorrow, what then? Of course they wouldn’t do it so soon, but eventually. This place was interesting, and its people lovely. The jungle was said to teem with life, which was something he was inclined to believe based on the sheer variety of fruits and spices available to them her. An of course, there was the beautiful sea that was very much so a part of life here.
However, when he gazed at the jungle, that was when he started to have second thoughts. With the pod he was protected, but out here on his own. He didn’t even know where to begin to try roughing it out here. Even starting a simple little fire on the beach was beyond him as it was usually other members of his pod that took care of those things. Marino had always enjoyed learning how to sail more than those other things. That did not mean that he did not want to learn how to be more self sufficient. Owning a boat of his own had driven in that idea, because while he would always love and aid his pod where he could, there was an undeniable freedom in learning how to strike out on your own. He saw such an opportunity here. Towards such ends, he’d recently picked up fishing from his cousin, but he would certainly need more than that if he was going to last out here. His boat would do for work, if he could find it. That left the imposing nature of Syka itself, for which he was not equipped. Syka was still very much a wild place. He would need to learn how to survive out here on his own if he was going to make it.
Ahead he saw a man heading towards him from the rancheros. He had long dark hair, a neatly trimmed beard and was sporting a dark pair of breeches. Marino was wearing only breeches as well, though his were green. Raising a hand, he smiled. “Beautiful morning!” The man raised a hand as well, and returned the smile. “Yes it is. It is nice to see an unfamiliar face.” He said, closing the distance between them, adding. “My name is Stuvantis Alkamar.”
“Good to meet you Stuvantis” Marino replied, giving him a firm handshake. Up close now, he noticed the medallion around the man’s neck though he didn’t know the figure on it. Spying him looking, Stuvantis gave a hearty laugh. “Its Sivah.”
At that his grin widened. “Well, I like you even more now.” Stuvantis just smiled and clasped his hands together. “I’d expect no less from a son of the sea. Tell me, what pod have you come with, and have you brought anything to drink?”
Stepping close to the man, Marino patted him on the shoulder. “Of course, I forget myself. My name is Marino Oceangem, and you can be sure that we have brought drink back from our recent travels. You’d be more thank welcome at one of our bonfires tonight if you wanted to come.” Stuvantis grasped his shoulder in return, nodding. “I would be delighted. What brings you down here to the rancheros?” The man asked as he started walking back towards the huts on the water with him. Scratching his chin, Marino considered the question briefly before responding. “Suppose I was just giving the place a closer look, but I was really using the walk as time to think for a bit and see who I might run into.”
Stuvantis stopped, and smiled warmly. “Well, while the rancheros are nice, I know a better place for running into people if that is what you are after.” He said, turning Marino gently back towards the way he’d came, and walking with him down the beach. “Fine by me, I’m always free to meet new people.” Looking out over the water, he added. “I’m glad I ran into you” He wasn’t sure yet why he felt so comfortable with the man from the moment they’d met, but there was something enigmatic about him.
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